The Dog Died

Two: You will call his wife and apologize to her for fucking her husband then hand the phone to me so that I can tell her that her husband just lost his job and if she wants proof of his infidelity I will supply her with the video tapes.

Three: You will see a therapist of my choosing as often as he thinks necessary until you can get over this fixation.

Four: You are going to tell me in the best of your recollection how this whole affair came about, leaving nothing out. If I find any omissions or lies you gone. Is he coming here today?

"No. He has golf lessons to give today and some business to take care of at the pro shop. He was not coming until tomorrow."

Sure, I thought to myself, Fucking her before I came home to make sure she was not horny for me like she used to be.

"Did he always fuck you before I came home?"

"Yes, almost always and he told me I could not let you have me the night after he had me."

That bastard was running my sex life. How did he get this control over her?

She started her tale,

"It was at the beginning of August that I had my first golf lesson. You had been after me to take lessons from Randy and he was an encouraging and attentive teacher. There was a lot of compliments and some touching when he showed me how to swing. Once when he stood behind me showing me how to swing the club I could feel his hard cock against my ass. It was a bit exciting and flattering to have a man fifteen years younger than me come on to me. It was after the fourth lesson, just before Labor Day, when we went into the bar to have a drink and cool off. It was empty except for the bartender. He ordered a Vodka Collins for me and I gulped it down. I was so thirsty. He ordered another and as we sat and talked I could feel the drink start to hit me. I guess I got a little giggly. The bartender left and he pulled his chair closer to me and said,

"You are a beautiful woman Alice."

"Thank you for your compliment."

He was looking in my eyes and his hand went on my knee."

"I know something about you that even you don't know."

"And what would that be."

"You are a slut!"

His hand had been sliding up my thigh and when he said 'slut' his finger touched my clit.

I got a thousand volt shock through my system. It was like my brain shut down. I could only sit there with his hand in crotch and my eyes on his. He kept his thumb on my clit and his fingers entered my pussy to touch my g spot.

"You are a slut and you are going to be my slut."

It was like I was hypnotized. I couldn't move.

"What are you Alice."

"I am a slut." I couldn't believe I repeated that

"Whose slut are you Alice."

"I am your slut." I was like a zombie

"From now on you will always say my name when you answer me. Repeat your last answer."

"I am your slut, Randy."

Mean while his fingers were vibrating my clit and g spot.

"You want to cum now don't you."

"Yes please Randy."

"Then ask nicely for permission to cum."

"Please Randy may I cum."

"Do it slut. Cum for me now."

And I did. In the bar, at our club, where any one could have walked in, I had a shuddering orgasm. I came so hard I squirted all over his hand.

"From now on your name will no longer be Alice, I will call you 'slut'.

From that time on I was like two different women, for you I was Alice and for him I was 'slut' and when he called me that, that is what I became.

"Kneel here between my thighs slut. Unzip me and take out my cock." I complied.

"Kiss it slut." I kissed it

"Lick it slut," I licked

"Suck it slut," I sucked

"When I cum in your mouth you are to cum with me." He came and so did I.

He made me thank him for letting me suck him off and told me to go home. I did what I was told. As I drove home I knew my life had changed. I found out how much at the Labor Day dance.

I don't know if you noticed but I danced with him quite a bit that night and all the time he was giving me instructions and increasing his control over me.

"Good evening slut."

"Good evening Randy,"

"Who do you belong to slut."

"I belong to you Randy."

"Your tits, your cunt, your ass, your body and your mind all belong to me.'

"Yes Randy, my tits, my ass , my cunt, my body, my mind, all belong to you."

"You will always obey my commands and do everything you can to please me."

"Yes Randy, I will always obey your commands and do everything I can to please you."

I was outside of myself as Alice but I was like a puppy, eager to please my Master when I was 'slut'. I was a bitch in heat. My pussy was so wet it was leaking down my leg. To this day I don't know how he did it but by the time the night was over he owned me. When he called me 'slut' I was his to do with as he wished. I could still be Alice with you but when he called me 'slut' I only wanted to please him. I did a little research and all I can come up with is that I was a latent submissive. He teased me, titillated me, instructed me and turned me into jelly that night. By the time he danced his last dance with me I was begging him to fuck me. He said,

"Not tonight slut but I will be kind to you. When you get home tonight I want you to fuck your brains out with your husband."

If you remember when we got home I was all over you and we had quick and very hot sex. It was wonderful for me and I thought it was you also.

Yes, I did remember that night but now I was pissed off. I got that great sex because it was with his permission. He was controlling me through his control of her and I never knew it. How blind could I have been?

"Go on when did he first fuck you."

"You went out of town right after Labor Day. It was for two days. He had started calling me on my lunch break on every day that he could and after ten or fifteen minutes of conversation had me begging to cum just from the sound of his voice. I became his sex slave. He would talk to me and his voice went right to my pussy. It got so that all he had to say was.

"Cum for me slut." and I would, quickly and gloriously. I didn't even have to touch myself. It got so, that I could not wait for his calls. I even gave up lunching with the other teachers. I think you left that week on Wednesday and came back late on Thursday. He instructed me to come directly home from school, shower and dress only in my sexiest bra and panties and my tallest heels. I was leave the front door unlocked and wait in the hall until he arrived. When he walked in the door he said,

"Hello slut," I became 'slut'. My pussy flooded and I walked to him and said,

"I'm your slut Randy."

We did pretty much what you saw today. I have to admit it was what I needed and wanted from him. By now I was so completely under his spell that I had no will of my own. He left at dinner time telling me he would be back at the same time tomorrow. I was as limp as a wet dish rag. I fell asleep almost immediately and woke in the morning impatient for the after noon to pass so that I could see him again. My whole world revolved around his cock. He called at lunch time again and after he made me cum he told me that every time he came to my home I was to greet him as I did yesterday. I couldn't wait for classes to be over. He walked in the door and greeted me with,

"Hello slut" and I became 'slut'

It was much the same except that you called and said you would be late so he stayed a bit longer. He gave me instructions that I was never to fuck you when you came home from a trip. I was to do any thing I had to do but the day he was with me in our home was his day and I could not be with you on that day. I had to do some fancy improvising because we always made love when you came home from a trip. As Alice I felt guilty but as 'slut' I was eager to obey him.

When you were home he would sometimes meet me after school and take me places. Since we only had a few hours it was more for adventure more than sex. This would happen several times a week. He took me four or fives times to an adult shop, made me dress like a street whore and wait on customers who came in to buys some toys. I had to demonstrate the toys on myself to show the people how to use them. Other times he took me to a place where they had 'glory holes' and I had to suck the cocks as they came through the wall. I got to love giving head. Twice he took me to an office and had me strip and bend over a desk, blindfolded, my ass offered as I rested only my face on a desk. I was instructed to say nothing to who ever entered the room and entered me from behind. I was fucked each time by several people and still don't know who. Another time I was taken to a strip club and made to do lap dances for men I never knew. Once he made me wear ben-wah balls to school and every time I got up to go to the black board I would cum in front of the class. I begged him not to make me do that again. I could have lost my job. Some times he would take me to a motel for a quickie but I think he liked it better making me do things that humiliated me. Once he made me kneel in the far corner of a parking lot and he pissed on me. He made wear the wet clothes home. Several times he made me get in the car naked and he drove around town watching peoples faces as they noticed me nude in the car. A lot of times he had me suck him off as he drove the car. He liked to do things that caused me pain and I learned to like it. I would get off from nipple clamps and when he pinched my clit I exploded. Spankings became routine. I was a pain slut.

This was my wife. That son of a bitch had turned her into a cock sucking whore. He was going to pay big time. I didn't know what I was going to do with her. I could hardly look at her.

"Tell me about the New Years dance. Tell me who you fucked there."

" How did you know about that? I really don't know who it was. I had a dance with Randy and he told me to go into that conference room, raise my skirt up to my waist,

bend over with my face on the table just as I did in that office. I was to let my tits hang out of the halter top and to close my eyes when I heard the door open then ask,

"What do you want my ass or my cunt."

I was to reach between my legs and guide the cock offered to my hand into the hole indicated and let him fuck me there. Of course I did what I was told and in answer to my question I heard the word 'cunt'. I was wet to start with and got even wetter when I pulled him in. His hands went to my tits and he pinched my nipples hard. They were like bullets. It was so erotic for me and I came several times for my unknown lover. He pulled out after he came, slapped my ass and when I heard the door close I pulled down my dress, cleaned myself as well I could, tucked my tits back in and went back to the ballroom. I was waiting for you at our table and we danced the last dance and went home. You wanted to make love and I was still full of some one else's cum and tried to talk you out of it. You wouldn't take no for an answer and you practically raped me. I wished you had treated me like that before. I might have been your slut instead of Randy's.

I said, "That's enough for today, I can't take any more." My stomach was in worse shape than I thought. Let's make those phone calls. She called Randy, got his voice mail and left the massage as instructed. She called Randy's wife and made her apology and then I told her to go up stairs, move all her stuff into the guest room. I called the club the next day and as a Director I made sure that Randy was terminated with no worthwhile letter of recommendation. I loved Alice but I hated 'slut'. I really didn't know what to do. Should I forgive her. Could I make love to her with those images in my mind. Could any man keep a wife who had done those things. She went to the therapist two or three times a week and he was optimistic about her progress. I however, could not bring myself to make love to her. The images in my mind would kill any erection that occurred.

The kids came home for spring break and to prevent any disclosure of our strained circumstances I let her move back into my bed. She tried to come on to me but I just couldn't hack it. As soon as I took her into my arms the images arrived. The kids went back to school, non the wiser, and she moved back into the guest room.

About a week later we were watching TV together when her cell phone rang. She took it into the kitchen so as not to disturb my listening and I heard her murmuring into the phone. After a few minutes a commercial came on and I went in to get a beer, her back was to me, and I heard her,

"Yes Randy I understand Randy. Of course I'll be there Randy. Good night Randy."

As she closed the phone I opened the refrigerator. She looked at me and she got an infinitely sad expression on her face. Her eyes misted up and a tear ran down her cheek. I just stared at her, my face stone cold. She turned and went upstairs into the guest room and started packing.

I saw her once after that night at the kids college graduation. I never saw her again.